Did he do you? I know, it reminds me of windshield wipers on high speed."After she finished the call, Megan became quiet. I tried to find out what she...d told Marcie she would try next time, but she wouldn't say. No matter how much I teased her, she wouldn't tell me.Every morning, I woke up wondering if this was the day. Would she say it was time for her to leave me? I hoped not.Saturday, June 7, 1993Two pieces of very important information reached us that day, the seventh of June, 1993.We were. Not much different, in taste and texture from my own, and knowing that she wanted me to do this, I responded, shoving my tongue into her mouth, gathering more of his warm salty cream. When the kiss was over, she pointed out the dollop of cooling sperm on her breast and I licked that up too. With that ever-present evil grin on his face, Bob suggested that, if I liked cum so much, why don’t I drink my own. Karen looked at me, smiled, and said “Why not?” Following their directions, I tucked my. “Ohhh,” you sigh quietly. “Oh my God, please.” Suddenly, you hear the telltale snick of a blade opening. You start; sit upright, rapidly detaching your nipple from between my teeth. You try to close your legs, but with my body kneeling between them, I prevent you. “Shhh, beautiful lady,” I gently say. “The knife will release you, not harm you.” I take the fabric of your t-shirt and run the blade through it, separating it from your body. Gathering the remnants in a ball, I throw them to the. Her four hundredth Midsummer was at hand. Yet, it was to be her last. She was to be sacrificed, so that her people could continue to prosper, to thrive. With the exception of the nearby stream and the very subtle rustle of the leaves of the ancient tree, all was absolutely silent. Even the young ones did not stir, did not cry, did not attempt to run and play. Every one of them knew instinctively that their future rested in her demise. A tear fell from my left eye, yet I could not bring.